Reveries


Working through the unshed tears of my life,
Shrugged off at the time.
Now searching for a break in the clouds,
Still not crying.
However, the grief, pain, and suffering surfaces
As a lump in the throat,
Pressure behind the eyes,
And a weary spirit.

Grateful for the chance to live.
Albeit, differently.
Making changes to improve life.
Confronting myself.
Silently admitting in my thoughts
What no one wants to hear.
Acknowledging what I cannot change.
Changing what I can…

And the smile starts and spreads.
The spirit lifts
And life begins again.